Shyla was heading to her office. Then, she remembered that she had not taken the key to her table in the office. So, the female turned the course of her action home. When she reached her gate, which she had shut well, it was open. As the time for analyzing was scanty, she entered the sitting room, which remained closed and unbolted. She entered her bedroom, and the scene she witnessed was shocking. Baffled, she was for a moment and suddenly gained strength. She took the phone from the bag and dialled, “Principal speaking, what can I do for you?"
Shyla turned mad, and the words squirted out of her mouth carried rudeness to the top, Is this the way a responsible institute should be?”
“Sorry, what happened, Ma'am?"
“Where is my son, Atul?”
“He may be home,” the principal, on becoming convinced of his absence from the class.
Shyla, on her two-wheeler, had dropped her dear son in the Kinder Garten School before beginning her routine for the office. The naughty little one furtively ran off from the school and reached home. As the maid was busy interacting with the cloth washing stone, he quietly opened the door to enter the kitchen to have the chocolate container. He pulled a chair from the dining to serve his purpose.
Hiding underneath the cot in the bedroom, gaily he ate them. By the time Shyla returned home, he had stripped off ten or twelve chocolates, which found their way to his little gullet.
The school authorities panicked, and one teacher and a caretaker arrived there in apology, " We have a good gatekeeper. We cannot understand how he leapt out and escaped.”
“How can you say like that? Are you a responsible school?”
” We regret, Madam, it is our fault. Apology."
Shyla was not ready to forgive them. She owed the ire of the child's incident, and moreover, she had to proceed to at least a half a day's leave. So, she went on spurting rebuking words, heading no attention to what the school people said. After unloading a load of sickening words, Shyla’s ire got a little watered down. She questioned the little one affectionately to get convinced about the indifference of the school authorities, with a mind to upload more irksome language.
To her dismay, he said,” Amma*, you held Karun’s hand only, not mine. You went inside. I came home.”
Amma*-Mom
My husband was that mischievous as a little boy. Though in his case, he and a friend snuck away from their lessons to eat chocolate together in the school basement. They got away with it though and he only told his mother about it when he was an adult.
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DeleteInteresting story.
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ReplyDeleteOh dear, lucky it wasn't worse.
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ReplyDeleteChildren and pets are a chore to contain but well worth the trouble. A part of training for something harder to master. Dogs I train with a noisy folded newspaper. I looked up once and Adi, our beagle dog was across the street. I drug her back, whap, whap, whapping all the way back to our lawn. She never crossed again without me.
ReplyDeleteSame with adult poodle we had given us. The first day she pooped in the middle of the living room floor. I grabbed her and the paper, stuck her nose in the poop, whapped all the way to the back door with the dog and the poop, and then deposited her and poop angrily onto the backyard grass. She never messed in the house again.
In both cases I angrily scolded while I wrapped.
And children about the same way, be sure to scold angrily.
I would scold the kid here angrily and have a folded newspaper. Tell him NEVER come home without you. Both pets and children don't like to make their provider angry.
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Thank you, Jim.
DeleteA mischievous opportunist was he!
ReplyDeleteDangerous situation.
ReplyDeleteSchools and parents have to be very careful.
Imagine small children crossing the road by themselves in such terrible traffic, with many not following traffic rules...
Thank you ,Anita.
DeleteI enjoyed your story poem ....
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